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Ownership

The words that I have dealt me,
the way that I have cut me down,
the way that I have broken me
- I see clearly.

But I raked those evils within me
and, with rain water, washed them away,
replaced with all of my bravery, stubbornness, unlimited forgiveness and abundance of affection.
The critic's buried.

I see a stranger in the mirror.
I no longer know me at all, in fact.
This sensible, responsible person is not who I thought I'd be
yet is me.

I am not ashamed of this person, who is calm,
who is good, full of light,
full of strength and full of life.
I am her.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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